The Crimea Pass
It was opened at the time of the Crimean War.
This does not seem to be a legend.
Though probably it was not built by Russian prisoners
who left their boots behind.
This does seem to be a legend.
After all this is North Wales and ours is the land of legends
and we all know that the pub at the summit
served ale on Sunday lock-ins right up to time
when the purple dragon was sent to burn it down to nothing.
Only pine trees remain
to mark the spot forever.
And as for the dragon, he found a mate
with our native red and made happy families
in a slate cavern for many years.
But when the time was right
the still angry drinkers
raised their glasses
to cast a spell
which transformed all the dragons.
Changed them into the rhododendrons
which grow like pink and purple miracles,
breaths of dragon fire colouring the slate tips.
It’s something to ponder when you pass over the Crimea in springtime.
The Fallen Ones
It’s not falling that’s the problem
the falling’s okay.
It’s the landing that’s the problem.
That’s not okay.
But just suppose
the ground opens up,
or the water parts
to let them through,
the falling ones,
those lucky ones
who will enter
a new world
under the land,
beneath the water,
what will lie ahead
for those fallen ones
who are expecting a soft landing,
who thought they were the lucky ones.
I doubt they anticipated meeting the Furies,
didn’t anticipate their judgment
so they’re still not ready
to to take their place
in the underworld,
still not ready
for the eternal torment ahead.
There was no soft landing for them.
Luck had run out for the fallen ones.
A Hair’s Breadth
I can see it there
hanging by a thread,
the key to the universe
the secrets of mice and men
and I’m just a hair’s breadth away,
a hair’s breadth.
But the closer I move
it stays the same,
on a thread
still just a hair’s breadth away.
Like the end of a rainbow
always out of reach
so I can never unlock
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Gyroscope Review and So It Goes. Find Lynn at:
https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
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